We cannot see the future[Isokan Meeting]
10-15-2014, 08:35 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-15-2014, 08:36 AM by Ixionn.)
Quelt had given up his crown. It was definitely something Ixionn himself had least expected, considering it seemed the blue man wanted to rule a kingdom for so long. But...he had done it. He passed on the crown to a girl he obviously knew. Ixionn, on the other hand, didn't recognize her at all. Arian. No, not one bit familiar. It frustrated the young boy that someone as random as her would step in and accept the position as queen. But...he was sure, even with her as his leader, he would be strong enough to either climb his way to the high ranks or fight for them. He would become what Hajime wanted him to become, even if it caused his happiness to collapse. Ixionn had gained many scars and wounds from the violent storms. He twisted a forepaw, and ended up with many cuts and tears into his back. But for the most part...they were getting better. He just couldn't run very often, and he was always stuck walking in a partial limp. Drago was always there to help him if the help was needed, though. So the masked boy had always been reassured that, "there was nothing to worry about." But that morning, a clear feminine howl tore through the silent caverns. The boy uncurled from his little moss bed and slowly stretched out his unharmed limbs, while moving up and parting his jaws into a wide yawn. It was too bad he had been wounded...he had just turned one, and he could have started training by now. But his paw restricted that from happening. Perfect, perfect, perfect. He groaned softly and dragged himself to the meeting area, where Quelt, Renhet, and Arian wait. He was tempted to ignore the fact that Arian had become his new leader. But instead, he limped over to her and stood before her with tired eyes. Then, dipped his body respectfully. "Good morning, ma'am. Nice to see you," He lifted his head with a weak smile. "I'm sure you've already heard of me. But if not, my name is Ixionn Walker. I'm the son of Quelt and Irune. It's nice to meet you." With that, he turned and crawled over to Quelt, sitting back beside him and huffing uneasily. God, did his paw hurt. Speech, |